Chapter 112

Tao Guangxia still did his part well—when Shen Siyuan returned home, everything inside was restored exactly as before.

The refrigerator, washing machine, and rice cooker had all been replaced with new ones; manuals and warranty cards were neatly arranged on the nearby table.

Even Shen Siyuan’s old computer had been swapped for a brand-new one, its specs far surpassing his previous machine.

The broken computer had been taken away for disposal, but its hard drive had been removed and placed—

Seeing Cui Xueli’s sudden odd behavior, Ye Mo and Xia Enyao instinctively turned to Pei Xiuzhi, who nodded helplessly at them.

As for those from the Infinite Mountains, when Liu Yi revealed his flames, they were already drenched in sweat; their desire for Xian You Lan was utterly unhidden.

He glanced again at the wooden crate holding Mi Shu, ultimately felt it was inappropriate, pondered for a moment longer, and then an idea struck him.

At that moment, the pale-blue light sphere from Long Teng’s mouth shot out, striking directly toward the green longsword.

In a daze, Jian Quan saw Yin Mo! “Mo’er!” Jian Quan cried out in delight, lunging forward and kissing Yin Mo passionately. Yin Mo said nothing, moved not at all, only shyly returning Jian Quan’s fervent desire.

At the very moment of entering, Li Yilin finally caught up, immediately wrapping her arm around Yue Yi’s.

Due to the interference of fate with the physical form, this war was inherently a mutual purge between the two clans, clearing space for heaven’s Dao to forge a new world.

Upon the massive turtle shell left by Xuan Wu, Jian Quan danced his sword without restraint—slashing left, chopping right, pulling, thrusting, sweeping—each movement precisely calculated in every direction, every position, until he could fully memorize it all.

Qin Yu merely smiled and shook her head, opening her arms to embrace him, leaning into his chest as she watched autumn winds lift a petal of crabapple blossom; her eyes held boundless sorrow.

When the sword tip was merely an inch from Liu Mang’s lower back, her lips curled wider. At this very moment, a sudden surge of force from her hand would pierce straight through the man’s heart—no matter his abilities.

I didn’t listen to him—I rushed over, hugged Ou Zhenhai, and kissed him fiercely; Ou Zhenhai laughed and pinched my butt.

The Shidi avatar watched the monstrous beasts swiftly slain, his face showing not a trace of anger; a cold smile lingered at his lips as the Sea Crystal Horn in his hand suddenly flared—endless azure seawater surged forth, reforming into boundless monstrous beasts that drowned Zhu Zhao and You Ying.

Yet Yi Ge, wielding the Blood River, now seemed to have transcended into some mysterious great Dao realm—even Hake lati, who had fused the power of an entire world, was no match for him.

Though the official road’s slope was not steep, the tall grass reached half a person’s height, so the two had to lead their horses slowly, breathing in the thick scent of greenery.

“As for why he was fine last night and this morning, either he was pretending calmness, or his internal injuries hadn’t fully erupted yet. Only when he reached the hospital did the injuries finally explode, causing him to faint,” the black-clad man said again.

From far away, one could clearly see the black banner of the Hidden Wolf Tribe, adorned with animal skulls and pelts; beneath the pole stood a dense array of sharp blades and swords—distinctly tribal in style.

“Brother Shen, we’ve become acquainted through conflict. My past mistakes were mine alone—I’ll host a banquet to apologize soon,” Jiang Feng smiled, shaking hands and embracing Shen Yue.

“I can’t quite explain why, but the moment I saw it, I immediately thought of Qiu Yiyuan’s death—I felt strongly: if this thing pierced any part of a person, the hole it left would match exactly the one on Qiu Yiyuan’s face.” Yi Yi’s cheeks flushed red, sounding unsure.

He had sunk nine massive prison ships—no one had ever killed him, not even himself.